The best ways stay alive, is to stop fighting yourself. Just breathe. I'm at a point in my life, where I don't care if I die. You can try to change me, but no one really knows who I am inside. Inside my head. Lies a man. Inside my heart. Lies a purpose, to what I've become. I sit and try to believe, but there is something stopping me. I sit and try breathe, this isn't how I wanted it to be. The best way to stay alive, is to stop fighting yourself. Just breathe. Before being consumed with pride, I hear them call my name. But I'm not listening, what have I become? What have I become? What have I done? What have I done? I don't know what I've become.